When I was in junior high (9th grade, I think), the schools music department, under the direction of Irwin McGuire (the band leader) put on what I think now is one of the most ambitious projects for kids that young: we performed Gilbert and Sullivan’s “The Mikado.” It was absolutely stupendous! I was supposed to play the piano in the orchestra, but when the score came, there was no piano part, so McGuire gave me the part of carrying the umbrella for the Mikado. Paul Uyesaka played Nanki Poo and Kathy Belkowski played Yum Yum. I believe it was Suzie Foss who sang this sad, angry song, “Alone and Yet Alive.” Ah, those were the days!
Anyway, I’m scratching out this brief note to let you know that on very short notice they terminated the Internet here due to construction. I may get it back by Aug. 19.
I’ve been to 4 supposed WiFi cafes, but the WiFi is so poor that it’s almost impossible to download or send email.
I shall return.
DM (for Douglas MacArthur, of course)
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I wrote the message above on August 15. I went to an Internet café to upload it.
Now let me tell you the full story.
Some time a little over a week ago the Internet here started acted up – and down. I’d have Internet for 15 minutes, then it’d be gone, then back, etc. Then they posted a note in the elevators (where they usually post notes for dorm residents) saying that the Internet on the whole campus will be down until about August 18 due to renovation work being done in the IT building. Good grief.
Being a good sport, I figured I’d simply saunter over to one of the nearby coffee houses to check my email and do other Internet-dependent stuff. Right about the time I figured I should get around to checking my email, I came in contact with the person who traveled with me to Nanjing to be my translator. She is a graduate student in biology education at Beijing Normal University. This is a well-known and well-respected university that churns out pretty good teachers; many of our own come from there.
Wenyuan (pronounced when-you-en) and I agreed to have lunch near her school. She is truly one of the most delightful people I’ve met in China. She was hired temporarily by Intel to escort me to Shanghai and Nanjing (where I gave a keynote address to 400 science teachers), and we talked a lot about education in China. When we got back she sent me the nicest email saying that I changed her whole perspective, or something like that; whereas before she was discouraged that change here seems impossible, I gave her new hope and energy.
So Wenyuan sent me directions and I took the subway, then hopped on the right bus, rode 5 stops, got off, and waited for her to arrive. We walked about 50 meters to a nice restaurant where we had a wonderful lunch for about $20. I’m still amazed at how easy it is to get good food for relatively cheap prices – relative the American restaurants, of course.
On the back wall of the restaurant there were 3 interesting paintings.
My favorite is the one on the right where the wine is splashed up into a music staff. Very clever. I didn’t ask if it’s for sale but maybe I should have.
Here’s Wenyuan with her big smile, despite having big braces. (During the week in Shanghai and Nanjing it became a running joke about my reminding her to brush her teeth after every meal – a reminder that wasn’t anywhere close to being necessary as she is almost pathological about doing this.)
Our main dish in front of her was some pork meat coated with a light cornmeal (?) breading on top of yams, then steamed. It was delicious.
We also had a wonderful chilled papaya soup. It was light and a little sweet, just the right thing for a hot day.
These vegetable rolls were served with an interesting sauce that tasted like a combination of soy sauce, wasabi, and hot Chinese mustard. As soon as I get a chance I’m going to start experimenting to reproduce that sauce.
Other than the large beer we shared, the only other dish we had was an incredible combination of razor clams and thin slices of young bamboo shoots. For the life of me I have no idea why I didn’t take a picture of this my favorite dish.
Wenyuan wanted to treat (on what meager income she has in grad school) but I insisted on thanking her for being my caregiver for 5 days in those two cities.
I had hauled my computer with me on this trip, knowing that I’d certainly find a Wi-Fi place on the university campus. We left the restaurant and walked about ¼ mile through the campus to her dorm where she would pick up her computer.
On the way to her dorm we passed the fairly new Science Building.
Note the individual air conditioners. I’ve been remarking that almost all the apartment buildings in China, even many of the brand new ones, have individual air conditioners for each apartment. I’ve asked many times why this is so and the answer usually comes back that, unlike American apartment buildings where many of the places are for rent, the apartments in China are mostly for sale only. Electricity is not included and thus the AC’s are installed only upon the apartment owner’s request. Here there seems to be no reason not to have central AC. So now I’m wondering if there’s so little demand for central air conditioning in China that it’s not cost-efficient to manufacture the necessary equipment here. Before I leave China I will get to the bottom of this.
Security is tight in college dorms and I’m wondering if there is a co-ed dorm anywhere in China. I had to wait in the 10-square-foot “lobby” where there was one big fan blowing on another person waiting. I considered going over and sitting right next to her, but I thought she would consider that a little strange.
So I sat outside the range of the fan and used my bandana every minute or so to wide my face and head. Wenyuan told me that there is no AC in the dorm bedrooms and that it’s often difficult to sleep. She wondered if American university dorms had AC but I had to confess I didn’t know. Anyone out there know?
She returned with her computer and we stepped outside into the sweltering heat and humidity, Wenyuan with her umbrella and I with my bandana. She said we had two obvious choices: (1) there was a coffee shop within 2-3 minutes but the drinks there were mediocre; (2) about 8 minutes away was a better place with better drinks. Being in a bold mood, I suggested the latter.
When we got there, however, we (she) discovered that it was closed permanently.
We continued walking (and dripping) to the east gate of the university, then turned right toward a nearby McDonalds that she knew had Wi-Fi. Before we got there, however, we came to a place with the unusual name of something Apartotel.
Right off the lobby was a coffee shop that advertised free Wi-Fi. We went in, ordered a couple mango drinks, and opened our computers to get a little work done. We logged on but the Wi-Fi was so incredibly slow, I couldn’t download even one message and every URL I tried to reach timed out before I could do anything. All I wanted to do was get to my Verizon account so I could leave an automatic “vacation” response. We both finished our drinks without either of us getting to any Web page. As I returned the empty glasses to the girl behind the counter, I politely suggested that they stop advertising that they had Wi-Fi because it’s clear they do not. I said they had zero Wi-Fi, punctuating my statement with a hand rolled into a circle to emphasize the word “zero.”
After exiting this Apartotel, we turned right and went 30 meters to the McDonalds. I was in no mood to buy something at this point, so we went to the back, opened our computers, and tried to log on. At McDonalds, you get 30 minutes free Wi-Fi, but you have to enter your cell phone number and a little more info, then wait. Wenyuan was able to finally get logged on, but my computer never did. She let me use her computer to get to Verizon, but again the Wi-Fi was so slow, access timed out before I could get even one thing accomplished.
I gave up. We closed our computers and went to sit outside for a bit to talk about science education in China. After about 15 minutes some guy came and sat near us and started smoking a cigarette, so we left.
Wenyuan pointed across the street to where I would catch the bus to the subway and we parted. On the pedestrian overpass there were many vendors, illegally selling stuff to anyone who would buy.
I’ve been watching women’s shoes and I don’t think I’ve seen a duplicate pair. Is it possible that China actually has 600 million different kinds of women’s shoes?
On August 15, one of the teachers invited me to join him for dinner as his wife was out with her friends. I said I had to go to Renmin University and try to find Wi-Fi, but we came up with this plan: I would ride my bike to the dry cleaners to pick up my suit and 3 shirts, then call him when I was on my way back so we could rendezvous at Renmin’s west gate.
We met up and as he had no bike, I walked with him around the campus looking for a place to eat. I said I knew of an open café nearby but he wanted to introduce me to the International Students Café, so we headed off in the heat and humidity, dripping as usual. We walked and walked and walked. Zhou is in his late 20s but I am not. We finally got to the place he wanted only to find that it’s closed for another couple weeks.
We walked some more but his next choice also was closed. We finally ended up at a Muslim restaurant upstairs where the AC was barely noticeable. While he ordered, I walked around the pace to find a relatively cool place under one of the ceiling fans, but all the choice spots were taken.
The food was good, we ate, then departed, him on foot and I on my bike. I went to the café that I knew was open and had heard it had free Wi-Fi. As I was locking my bike, a friend from the park, a 23-year old grad student majoring in logic, came up and we went in together.
We sat down at a table near an electrical outlet, ordered a couple drinks (fruit juice for her, iced café latte for me), and I opened my computer while she took out her drawing pad. The waitress gave me the password to sign on and I was able to get to my Outlook page. Progress! I started downloading the 71 messages from the past week. After about 15 minutes a few messages appeared, and I noticed that it was downloading at a speed measured in bytes (B), not kilobytes (KB). I sat there for 30 minutes more, hoping progress would eventually yield a few more messages. I gave up on Outlook and instead went to my Verizon account to create a vacation reply. As before, the Wi-Fi was so slow, pages timed out before I could get to the page I needed.
I gave up, something I don’t do lightly. I will now remain without Internet connection until it’s restored here. At the last “Internet” café I was able to glimpse a short email from my son who said he’s beginning to worry as he’s had no response from me for a while.
I hope you all have deduced that I am alive and well, just in China.
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